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Keith Ross was an early riser. This was not by choice. His faithful fifteen- year old black lab, Rex would wake his owner up by licking his bare feet. Keith hadn’t slept on his king-sized bed since the night his ex-wife left home permanently. He didn’t like the dark. It scared him. Every emotion attached to living alone scared him. He chose to sleep on his old worn out leather sofa with Rex right beside him. Keith didn’t own a pair of pajamas. He preferred to fall asleep wearing his street clothes He usually dressed like the late Jerry Garcia, the legendary lead guitarist of the Grateful Dead. Like the great American musical icon, Keith tended to favor black tee-shirts and black sweat pants or stone washed blue denim jeans, relaxed fit of course.

Keith was actually a big fan of the Grateful Dead and lead guitarist Jerry Garcia in particular. He just wished that he that he didn’t resemble Jerry so closely and dreamed of having the musical talent of the late American icon.

When Rex had licked Keith’s feet long enough out to wake him up, Keith heard a loud knock on his front door. He groggily arose from his couch almost tripping over Rex in the process.

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Rick had met her father when he went over to visit Misty one afternoon. Lloyd had long hair often worn in a ponytail, was tall, had a bit of a pot belly and was in his early forties. He bore somewhat of a resemblance to Pigpen of The Grateful Dead. Her dad played guitar and claimed to have been in a band in San Francisco. He said that his band was going to be signed by a major record label but his marital break-up had derailed these plans.
After the marital split he decided to move to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada as his parents lived here. Lloyd realized that he had a poor track record for holding down a steady day job and if things really got tough he would have his parents within easy access to bail him out. Lloyd loved his daughter but he was not a disciplinarian. That had been her mother’s strength. Lloyd was a libertarian at heart and had trouble even trying to discipline himself. That was likely the reason that Misty chose to live with him instead of her mother.
Rick was quite infatuated with Misty but she did not appear to have any romantic interest in him. She made it clear to Rick that he was not her type, but that she didn’t mind “hanging out” with him from time to time. Rick held on to a hope that at some point during that summer, Misty would change her mind.